BLOND - Intellectual

[video // mother, father, brother] 24/12/2018

Mother: “Alfredo say something to Caillou”

Father: “Merry Christmas Caillou, enjoy yourself, be happy”

Mother: “And now your brother...”

Brother: “Feliz cumple, eh, Feliz Navidad Caillou”

(Okay)

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Met her when I was young, our history is hard to sum

Some summers spent and summers spend

Did rights and wrongs, the sun left like nights in blonde

Tried to forget not reignite, was all in vain

While on shrooms, you were my skyline to

Might pretend is all okay, light a cigarette

But I see your eyes and I realize

I want to be close to you

Wish I could be myself and you could be yourself

Not to be only influenced to speak under the influence

Depends on the pen and the fragrance of herb

While she's around with her friends loses self-control

Sometimes the pain is plain, it hurts Marlboro

Other times it's pretty sweet although I'm solo

Last pack of nicotine

I could fill your hollow, know I only see your halo

I could feel your hollow, know I only see your halo

I thought you should know I adore you even though I was never there to hold you

I'm always thinking if I should call you cause we haven't talked in a few

High when I'm high and I'm low, high always high but I'm falling for you

Shifting floor and shifting roles

Sniffing sound and different odors

Praying to not forget what's important to keep live in order

Realized I'm a mortal and should stick to my morals

Not shift thru the moments

You’re my time and you know it

No need to read in between the lines, she's keen in mind

Keeps in mind why I smile every time she glances at me

Hiding behind whatever face I could find so she wouldn't mind

Finally I confirm she's happy and fine

Happy, when she's smiles and I can see her fine lines

Often drinks wine so she can rewind and drink wine and re-live life as the child she left behind

Cause I know she's wild to escape the vile that piles up when one's not the pilot

I'm in denial, I'm not entitled to her mild smell and the beauty of her eyelids

That cover those islands surrounded by ice blue over lows and highs, mostly highs when low

Who are you? you are art to me, is hard to see some beauty

She starts to startle me and then she leaves

Hope I can beat the odds, so we can pair up and be a part of each other's heart

Compete against the complexity of the concrete city

I thought you should know I adore you even though I was never there to hold you

I'm always thinking if I should call you cause we haven't talked in a few

High when I'm high and I'm low, high always high but I'm falling for you